According to conventional wisdom, a red hat with black shoes is a gasp-worthy offense. I have both a black hat and red shoes, I stepped out in these. The hat makes me happy and the shoes are comfortable.
When I first started sewing kooky old patterns, I stuck to black and/or white fabrics. The more I sew the clothes that please me, the less I worry men in white coats will chase me down the sidewalk. No one points and laughs (that I can see)- in fact, people look me in the eye and smile. Especially old men. Someone told me recently that they pass angry-looking “gothic” teenagers in the street every day, that it’s nice to see someone stand out while looking feminine and lady-like. It’s pretty obvious I’m giving the finger to the establishment, but it’s with a twinkle in my eye rather than a snarl.
I intended this dress for holiday photos but I woke up on Christmas Eve with a stomach flu and couldn’t attach the sleeves and hem it to save my life. Last night, I finished her already. I can wear this as a summer dress. Did I mention it’s raining constantly?
Sleeves cut on the bias from Wearing History’s “Smooth Sailing” blouse. How revolting, my guns wouldn’t fit. I usually alter 30’s patterns for my biceps, but I figured it would be unnecessary in a modern repro. I cut and sewed the underarm seam by the time I realized my mistake, so chopped them to cap sleeves. Sorry, Lauren!
I built this dress with extra holiday ease. I put on weight over the holidays, but it’s still big on me. That’s my Anti-Grinch hat, denuded for ordinary wear. I tell myself it camouflages my hair.
Another Ice Cream dress, completed in time for holidays. We wore our dresses to the Natural History museum today.
From the front.